:'(

I pretty much lost an entire weekend of my life. Saturday morning I went shopping, was great :) I've missed proper shopping. Got back, ended up with some person having a go at me and calling me a racist bitch, because I was too busy to talk to him. So I wasn't too impressed. And from about 1:30pm onwards I was drinking, up to the point that I ended up in bed. I woke up Sunday at roughly half 12ish, and by 1 I was already drinking again. All weekend I didn't have a single non-alcoholic drink. That's bad...

I felt shit this morning :/

And I think I've now lost Michael completely. I don't want to have done. But he won't talk to me :'( and that kinda depresses me more than it should. And I've got no alcohol to numb the pain atm...

FML.

xxx